The dark flower through the walls of sorrow.
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Where a man behind his bars,
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Has never tasted the touch of rain.
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His innocent soul cries
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For his ferocious face.
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All nature's beauty was locked outside
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Of his brazen cell where
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The forest's clouds couldn't come.
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You can see what the night bird can see,
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You can hear the wrath of the winds,
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But the dust of your cold cell
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Have closed up all, even your dreams.
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You only travel your thoughts to the unknown
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And wish death to visit you.
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Oh! Death listen to my voice
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I beg you...
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Join me
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Doomed Dark Years
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Astarte |